[OC, AU] Centuries after Daenerys' Conquest, scheming and conspiring has yet to stop. King Rhaelon Targaryen is desperate to keep it controlled, going as far as ending the Dragon's pure bloodline. Prince Daemon and Princess Maegara thought the game of thrones was a game they've won since birth, but soon they see that it's a game of love and obsession far deadlier than they thought.

What do titles mean in a wartorn land? Honour can't buy you safety, but a sharpened blade can. Your origin won't be feeding you, but a drawn bow will. In a place where a bastard may become a lord and a lady a killer. Love, hate, wrath, vengeance. What will prevail?

Arya returns to Westeros but struggles with her identity and the people who love her. The hole where her heart used to be yearns for their love, but she doesn't want to experience the same hurt from her lost family. In order to find herself again, she has to accept the risk that comes with love.

What if Arya had met Gendry in King's Landing, before King Robert had died and her father had been executed? A short one-shot that came into my head that could have happened in anther life, slightly A/U

AU: In this, the 300th year after Aegon's Conquest, the Southron lords continue their battles for the Iron Throne and armies clash for the fate of the North outside of Winterfell. See what will come to Westeros now, as the cold winds of winter fall upon the world.

How does she survive when she has next to nothing left?

Desembarco ha caído. Robb parlamenta con otros señores sobre la situación de Poniente, pero su destino parece ligado al Norte, cruel y desalentador. 2º puesto en el reto "Tercer aniversario" del foro Alas Negras, Palabras Negras.

Mientras observaba como hechizado la sangre manchando su mano, Arthur frunció el ceño. Él no creía en malos presagios, pero a medida que la sangre brotaba el sentimiento comprimiendo su interior se hizo más insoportable, haciéndole difícil hasta respirar.

Justo después de que termine el torneo de Harrenhall Ned va a hablar son Rhaegar de lo que ha hecho. Este fic participa en el reto#64 yo te diré que debes hacer, del foro Alas negras, palabras negras.

Temprano por la mañana, Ser Garras, Lady Bigotes y Botas se escabulleron de la cama del rey para ir en busca del regalo perfecto.

Tragic tales of tragic characters. Born from my personal thoughts/rants. Kinda AUish

Tras de sí deja un rey que la deseó como el niño anhela un juguete prohibido. Un esposo que la amó por completo; unos hijos que la añorarán en cada aptitud de la vida que aprendan, y un hijo que la entregó a la muerte, pidiendo perdón por traerlo a la vida. –In memoriam, Joanna Lannister –1º puesto en el Reto #64: Yo te diré lo que debes hacer, del Foro Alas Negras, Palabras negras

What if Ned had been raised in Tywin Lannister's household and not Jon Arryn's. How would it change his personality and moral? And what would happen when he has to decide whether to join Robert's Rebellion or make his most ardent wish come true?

Written for the fest 2015 in sandorxsansa community on Livejournal. The prompt belongs to redcandle17: Groundhog day, Sandor relives the day of the Blackwater Battle over and over again, book style.

The Blackfyre Rebellion found Dyanna Targaryen in Dorne. And with it, anguish also did. Part 11 of The Flash of a Star: The Dyanna Dayne Chronicles.

Jon Snow n'est décidément pas un corbac, songe Ygrid, plutôt un loup.

Rhaegar Targaryen is a complicated man, is he a mad man as Robert Baratheon believes, a Silver Prince as Connington laments, or is he a man, with a man's emotions and faults?

Por fin ha vuelto. Aunque nada volverá a la normalidad, Arya sabe que ha vuelto a Invernalia. Aunque muchos ya no están, todavía hay otros que quedan. Y aunque la historia a veces tiene tintes de repetirse, hay que pensar que no siempre será así.

A lo que había que temer se encontraba arriba. Arriba en los patios donde ya todo estaba listo: los carromatos con los baúles en donde se encontraban sus libros, sus juguetes y sus ropas; los hombres que le aguardaban y le escoltarían al Sur, al Valle de Arryn, un lugar que desconocía, al que no pertenecía.

Es hora de que los dos hijos mayores de Ned Stark, el heredero y el bastardo, conozcan algo de la familia Stark. ¿Y qué mejor sitio para empezar que las tumbas donde reposas los huesos de todas aquellas personas conocidas? Este fic participa en el Reto#65 El lobos silencioso del foro Alas negras, Palabras negras.

The noise downstairs was loud. Everyone was counting down till New Year's. Gendry hated these parties his Dad loved throwing, but maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought when you've got No One to kiss on New Year's. (One-shot, modern AU)

Jamás será el padre que Gendry necesita, lo suyo son las armas, las mujeres y el vino, no los niños. Pero eso no significa que pueda ocupar un lugar en su vida: un conocido, un amigo, un confidente.

Luce más cansada que nunca. Realmente me da igual. No quiero irme de Dorne. No para seguir a mi madre a lo que parece un exilio.

Gendry's tried not to think about her for five years. He's tried not to love her for longer than that, but the past has a way of catching up with you. When he hears the whispers spreading far and wide he tries to forget it, tries not to feel hope, but he's always been helpless when it comes to her. Arya Stark has returned to Winterfell and he will never leave her side again.

A prophecy unravels. A new Queen sits the throne of Westeros alongside the King she does not want and in her court comes another, younger and fairer, says the one with power of judgement. And in this struggle for power tales are spun. AU! Lyanna lives a prophecy she wanted no part of and finds that sometimes one needs to choke all that is good in themselves for mere survival.